By Candice Louisa Daquin
CONSCIENCE We may depend upon nothing except the strength of not laying down our conscience, there in forked roadway with the languid grace of a woman rising from steam one direction will be covered over with water you’ll have to learn to find your inner amphibian and if you are successful at shucking off your humanity retreating primordial beneath turbine waves give a thought to those who toil above you in spirit houses burning their feet on tar sprayed land it reeks of our short-lived desperation like stalks of young corn, we blaze from green to gold the sand of our time, trickling ever faster through thin glass thinking in a fleeting lifetime we behold true wisdom while rivers and seas we pollute, in short-lived wake remain behind as we turn to dust, then clay it is not our nature to care what comes after we are gone our footprints would not singe the serenity of nature so vividly if gathering mercy outside our own existence, were our way yet, imagine the unfolding beauty of caring for something outside ourselves and softly we atoned our fits of rage, in wanting to have it all before the sun sets for always and another day is born.
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Candice Louisa Daquin is a Psychotherapist and Editor, having worked in Europe, Canada and the USA. Daquins own work is also published widely, she has written five books of poetry, the last published by Finishing Line Press called Pinch the Lock. Her website is www thefeatheredsleep.com
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2 replies on “Before the Sun Sets…”
“imagine the unfolding beauty of caring for something outside ourselves” — If only enough of us did often enough … if only
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Candice Louisa Daquin – a poem in Borderless
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